Best Traveling Poems

I am a photon
a tiny bundle of energy.
My brothers and I
oscillate in synchronized breath;
as a wave, 
we hurtle
through black  voids,
three hundred thousand kilometers
each second,
a dizzying ride.

Four years ago,
we were flung 
from the fire of a star.
A long journey,
but not a lonely one,
for there are...

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I have walked  the desert
Sailed the sea alone
Climbed an Asian mountain
And heard a glacier moan

I have loved and lost
And then loved again
I remember lips
That smiled at me back then

Love was just a word
Back when the world was new
She was young and lovely
Those years were...

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Unburdened by mass,
star born 
photons
hurtle
through vacuum voids.

They reach a planet
where green continents swim 
in blue oceans.
It is night. A woman
looks up at the sky.

The photons travel
through the gelatinous matter
of her eye and die
on her retina,
sparking electric pulses 
that race 
along the optic nerve,
and her miraculous...

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I am alone traveling light,  so solitude
My God is intimate in his light;
He is quiet 
Alone He speaks truth, absolute, so solitude;
My soul is solitude my mind self alone, I enjoy
His present soul shown;

Alone in essence in my gratitude

I'm absolute, nothing to refute;
No need...

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Up Around The Next Bend, Walking Our Traveling Bones

I long for those days when body was fast, mind was faster
earth was a wonderful place and I was its master.
Reality was what a youthful mind and soul made it out to be
we yearned to have it...

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Traveling cosmos in a star-crossed house at rest
She watched for dreams, catching only the best.
How the house was motorized is anyone’s guess
She traveled around the stars, our friend Ma Cress.

Mystically she was in tune with another world.
Her hopes and dreams were not unfurled.
But we were...

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I have a flash for you ...

Think you can hang with me??
I doubt it ... I keep a pretty quick pace, if you know what I mean!
I may be very small, but I'm pretty special ...
Just the knowledge of my existence

Has led to amazing things!
Things...

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I left my childhood home to take
a nationwide train ride,
to meet my love who had gone ahead
and was waiting for his bride.

It took me two nights and a day
to reach his loving arms.
I had a happy tale to tell
of the train ride and its charms.

Since...

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Passenger seat travel
 is boring, boring. boring
 Pencil and paper
 occupies time, hands
 and  mind.
	
 Put pen to paper,
 record the unusual.

 Humorous signs
 ugly buildings
 hawks in treetops
 crows feasting on road-kill
 broken, abandoned cars
 hitch-hikers
 roadside stands

 when suddenly
 breathtaking scene
 gone...

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It was six days past the seventh 
I was on the road again 
Putting distance in the rear  
Of the places I had been 
Left that girl in Amarillo 
The one in those nice blue jeans 
Headed for San Francisco 
In that city filled...

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Three stars to the dream pierce
and I find you sitting there,
forlorn
absorbed
and lost in sickle thoughts
I rush to metal supermarkets
and bring you gifts of spirit,
paper roses
lead balloons
and melted ice in buckets
You laugh like rivers bubbling
over stones and odd appendages,
snapping,
pulling
yourself right out of silver dreams
I hold your...

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(Adventures In Geriatric Land)

Does your dentist have money for Porsche that you’ve lost?
Is the hair on your head now the color of frost?
Is the zip in your life only internet speed?
Do your savings accounts all too easily bleed?

Does your bladder evacuate slower than sound?
Do your...

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There are places I’ve grown from some far and wide
Past my heart and lingering within my mind
There are roads I may have crossed craggy and forgotten
Each step I take I ascertain more clearly
Through the willful nights and past stories 
I never looked back for more...

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She was always looking for the light
or some ****
Just a sun ray or a beam
or a candle to be lit
The celestial lost in orbit
An eclipse, and she went with the wrong comet

even van Gogh couldn't paint her night
shooting for the rainbow, 
got the meteorite.
one small...

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Doing an Irish Jig***

(To the music of The Bothy Band)
          ———         ———
So early in the morning,
If you looked, you
Couldn’t tell that I
Was really awake,
With my mind mixing
Through an...

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